So today I talked to lawyers all day long, from like 9:30am to 2:40 pm, during this time I was forced to recollect the terrible car accident I went through. There was much crying and I never want to talk to another lawyer again. So anyway, besides lawyers. I've been on "my time of the month" for one month and one day. I am going to switch gyno's I'm pretty sure.
Onto wedding things... Last night I meet with the pastor who is going to marry me and Mr.Munchkin, it went very well. I am attempting to keep this updated for all of you who I don't speak with on a regular basis about this. The pastor doesn't officially know that we live together but we dropped several hints at it, and he did not seem to get less excited about it because of those hints. I certainly hope that Mr. Munchkin can find a way to keep his mouth shut about his anti-church philosophies long enough to get us married. Everything else is going as planned and I can't wait until a ton of things are just done already... like lawyers, my wedding, and for Godsake my PERIOD.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Why do these crazy things keep happening to me!
Before Mr. Q left for Iraq we invested in a land line so I could quote *have a dependable phone*.
Its been giving me some trouble over the last two months. I keep having trouble when it because sometimes my line is in use and all of the phones are on the hook. I have also been getting calls for a man we will call Billy Jo Jo! I get about 3 or 4 calls for Billy Jo Jo or his wife a day if I am home to pick up. I keep telling people that they do not live here. They keep telling me they got this number from Billy Jo Jo. I was starting to thing he was trying to hide form collection agencies. Today however Billy Jo Jo's mother called. Very nice lady. We talked and to my shock and amazement Billy Jo Jo has my same phone number! Sometimes she gets a hold of him and sometimes she gets me. Fascinating!
I called the phone company and they told me that it can happen its just really hard to do. They are going to come check my box tomorrow and make sure it is working and has not been tampered with. Apparently there is a charge for changing your phone number but the tech guy told me that I will not have to pay for it. He is hopping he can figure out what is happening instead of changing my number. But Billy Jo Jo's number really is the same number, and he is using it for his job so I guess I will get a new number in a few days.
Can't wait to tell you all how it works out!
Its been giving me some trouble over the last two months. I keep having trouble when it because sometimes my line is in use and all of the phones are on the hook. I have also been getting calls for a man we will call Billy Jo Jo! I get about 3 or 4 calls for Billy Jo Jo or his wife a day if I am home to pick up. I keep telling people that they do not live here. They keep telling me they got this number from Billy Jo Jo. I was starting to thing he was trying to hide form collection agencies. Today however Billy Jo Jo's mother called. Very nice lady. We talked and to my shock and amazement Billy Jo Jo has my same phone number! Sometimes she gets a hold of him and sometimes she gets me. Fascinating!
I called the phone company and they told me that it can happen its just really hard to do. They are going to come check my box tomorrow and make sure it is working and has not been tampered with. Apparently there is a charge for changing your phone number but the tech guy told me that I will not have to pay for it. He is hopping he can figure out what is happening instead of changing my number. But Billy Jo Jo's number really is the same number, and he is using it for his job so I guess I will get a new number in a few days.
Can't wait to tell you all how it works out!
Test run
This is a test run of my mail to blogger, I really have nothing else to say. Except maybe that I welcome our new google overlords and wish to bake them cookies. Hmm, maybe I need to check my bread
The Borealis Family Christmas Adventure
Apologies it's long--none of these places had internet so this represents my whole week. I've also commented on your last posts since getting back. :)
Well, we got back last night. I don't think I told you all about the last-minute vacation we planned to visit our out of town grandparents; here goes:
I planted it indoors, but we're putting it outside in the Spring in our back courtyard. We drove out to Oklahoma on Christmas Eve. Here's Kansas: 
Those blurry black dots are cows. Imagine ten hours of this while reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince aloud and eating fast food and you've pretty well got the idea of my Christmas Eve.
Christmas Day we woke up at Mr. Borealis's maternal grandmother. She's onery, in her seventies, and unapologetically smokes like a damn chimney. Nice old woman, but this trip just about killed my lungs. We stayed with her the three nights we were in Oklahoma City because everyone and their mom stays at his paternal grandparents and winds up way too many to a room with no privacy. We only woke up there, though; Day 1 belonged to the paternal grandparents, and we opened presents and ate and yadda yadda yadda, there was much rejoicing. I helped one of his little cousins set up her nifty new IPod and she was so happy she nearly peed herself (really cute). Of course, this represented Xmas Round 2 for us, because we did Xmas with my immediate family the Monday evening before to accomdate everyone's schedules.
Day 2, the day after Christmas, aka Xmas Round 3, belonged to Mr. Borealis's maternal Grandmother (the smoker). More presents and eating, and watching old family videos of Mr. B and his generation when they were kids opening presents. I told Q a few weeks back that there were 3 reasons Mr. B was going to change his mind and want kids some day--1) Everyone in his family has kids and his biologic clock was ticking down, 2) He fears being the sole provider, but the second I have a "real" job he won't have this pressure, and 3) Mr. Borealis subconciously likes screwing me over, and the second I establish myself in a career he will decide it is my duty to sit in a corner and gestate. Folks, reason number one approaches; while watching the family videos he remarked on how cute his little sister was, then he looked at me with this silly-ass grin and says: "I want one!"
Yeah. Not happening. I told him to pay a surrogate because I have not the time, money, or desire to kill my body when we already have perfectly good nieces and nephews. Anyone who tells you I don't already have kids lies.
Day number 3, aka Xmas round 4, we drove up from Oklahoma City to visit my maternal grandmother in Tulsa. Two uncles, an aunt, and a cousin were also there; they thought we had picked up smoking when we walked in the door because the smell from Mr. B's grandmother had thoroughly soaked into our cloths and hair. I'm currently washing EVERYTHING trying to get the smell out. Mr. B annoyedly has sprayed everything down with air freshener already; didn't help.
We went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button; I give it three stars out of five. Wasn't fantastic. After the movie the restrooms were crowded, and the girl in line behind me was on her cell phone. She continued her conversation into the stall, out of the stall, to the sinks, and right out of the bathroom. Never stopped talking. That's classy.
Here we are driving out of Tulsa:
Well, we got back last night. I don't think I told you all about the last-minute vacation we planned to visit our out of town grandparents; here goes:
The day before we left (Teusday, December 23rd), my WALL-E tree arrived. For those of you unfamiliar with this movement, if you buy a copy of WALL-E the movie you can use a special code online to have them send you a totally free tree that is native to your area. Of course, I was all over this, and our free tree, a Blue Spruce, arrived that day looking just like a Charley Brown Christmas:
I planted it indoors, but we're putting it outside in the Spring in our back courtyard. We drove out to Oklahoma on Christmas Eve. Here's Kansas: Those blurry black dots are cows. Imagine ten hours of this while reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince aloud and eating fast food and you've pretty well got the idea of my Christmas Eve.Christmas Day we woke up at Mr. Borealis's maternal grandmother. She's onery, in her seventies, and unapologetically smokes like a damn chimney. Nice old woman, but this trip just about killed my lungs. We stayed with her the three nights we were in Oklahoma City because everyone and their mom stays at his paternal grandparents and winds up way too many to a room with no privacy. We only woke up there, though; Day 1 belonged to the paternal grandparents, and we opened presents and ate and yadda yadda yadda, there was much rejoicing. I helped one of his little cousins set up her nifty new IPod and she was so happy she nearly peed herself (really cute). Of course, this represented Xmas Round 2 for us, because we did Xmas with my immediate family the Monday evening before to accomdate everyone's schedules.
Day 2, the day after Christmas, aka Xmas Round 3, belonged to Mr. Borealis's maternal Grandmother (the smoker). More presents and eating, and watching old family videos of Mr. B and his generation when they were kids opening presents. I told Q a few weeks back that there were 3 reasons Mr. B was going to change his mind and want kids some day--1) Everyone in his family has kids and his biologic clock was ticking down, 2) He fears being the sole provider, but the second I have a "real" job he won't have this pressure, and 3) Mr. Borealis subconciously likes screwing me over, and the second I establish myself in a career he will decide it is my duty to sit in a corner and gestate. Folks, reason number one approaches; while watching the family videos he remarked on how cute his little sister was, then he looked at me with this silly-ass grin and says: "I want one!"
Yeah. Not happening. I told him to pay a surrogate because I have not the time, money, or desire to kill my body when we already have perfectly good nieces and nephews. Anyone who tells you I don't already have kids lies.
Day number 3, aka Xmas round 4, we drove up from Oklahoma City to visit my maternal grandmother in Tulsa. Two uncles, an aunt, and a cousin were also there; they thought we had picked up smoking when we walked in the door because the smell from Mr. B's grandmother had thoroughly soaked into our cloths and hair. I'm currently washing EVERYTHING trying to get the smell out. Mr. B annoyedly has sprayed everything down with air freshener already; didn't help.
We went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button; I give it three stars out of five. Wasn't fantastic. After the movie the restrooms were crowded, and the girl in line behind me was on her cell phone. She continued her conversation into the stall, out of the stall, to the sinks, and right out of the bathroom. Never stopped talking. That's classy.
Here we are driving out of Tulsa:
So Merry (Late) Christmas to all! I'm in the process of taking down the Xmas deco around the site and replacing it with other wintery fare; we might get a new layout for the 1st.
And a Happy New Year!
Alula
Sunday, December 28, 2008
The most geeky thing I have ever done.
(Sorry if the image is large, I'm in computer transition)
I'm debating between letting the image speak for itself and explaining some more.
My big Christmas gift was a whole pile of boxes. That all contained computer parts. So over the last couple of days, I have been building my new computer. It's so shiny it glows. (The case fans, well 3 of the 4, have blue LED lights in them.) And you can see it's innards. It was a whole bunch of fun, and a learning experience. I am no longer afraid of messing about on the inside of my computer, because I know exactly what's in there. And this is great timing too, because my laptop needs to go in for repairs. Silly thing loosing power when it's unplugged for more than 2 minutes.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
New member of the family!
hey ladies!
I did something bad today. I Went to the pet store for cat food and left with a Cat!
His Name is Malamar (like the Cookie) He is a 2 year old male. So far he is getting along rather well with my other cat AL. Al is also a 2 year old male. As luck would have it they are both orange tabbies. With no outstanding markings. I did not plan this, Mal just happened to be almost identical to Al. They are getting along better than I had expected. They have been together for nine hours now and I have only had to rip them apart once. Fur was flying everyware. Al will not leave Mal alone. I think Al its tring to get him to play but has no idea how to play with a cat. He keeps running up and bitting Mal and Mal keeps turning around and slapping him. Mal is so cuddly. Hopefully it will work out and Al will have a much needed play mate. Most if all I am hopping I am not alergic to the new cat.
Mr. Q if you happen to read this before I have a chance to explane myself. I Sorry. I'm not sure were my head was.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Cristmas Gift
On a scale of 1 to 10 what would you rank this gift at?
10 is the worst!
I give it a 11!
Yes its a cat drinking tea on a pink TV! Your eyes are not fooling you!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Frost. Inside my house.
Yes, you read that correctly. Last night while I was putting up groceries I looked at the window over my kitchen sink, and noticed a film several millimeters thick of ice frozen to the metal window frame. Inside the house!
Have I mentioned it's cold here?
(Still not finished with that term paper, but approaching. Wish me luck because I have approximately 4 hours to finish the last 5 pages between work and entertaining tonight.)
Alula
Have I mentioned it's cold here?
(Still not finished with that term paper, but approaching. Wish me luck because I have approximately 4 hours to finish the last 5 pages between work and entertaining tonight.)
Alula
Monday, December 15, 2008
Really really cold
Hey y'all. It's 1 degree farenheit outside where I am right now. There's 6 inches of snow in the back courtyard and we're expecting more tonight. I have written approximately 2 pages of my 15 page final paper which I MUST finish by tomorrow morning, and despite the fact that I BEGGED for help this weekend from Mr. Borealis, I did the laundry, dishes, and cooking this weekend myself. I think I saw him open and heat a can of spaghetti-o's for himself once, which was amazing.
Haven't done my Christmas shopping yet.
Need to go to the bank.
I have work and guests tomorrow evening.
But it will get done. (SERENITY NOW!)
And a quick reminder, the uber holiday cookie event is this Saturday at my place for anyone who wishes to swing through between the hours of 9am and 10pm.
Alula
Haven't done my Christmas shopping yet.
Need to go to the bank.
I have work and guests tomorrow evening.
But it will get done. (SERENITY NOW!)
And a quick reminder, the uber holiday cookie event is this Saturday at my place for anyone who wishes to swing through between the hours of 9am and 10pm.
Alula
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Oh irony, my old nemesis...
Well, I had an appointment with my linguistics program advisor this afternoon. She informed that (guess what?) some of the stuff I did as an undergrad counts towards my MA. So, while I've been under the impression that I had 5 more classes to go before graduation was possible, I actually only have 3. So in theory, I could have this MA by next spring if I can finance it.
And since I officially got into my MLS program, I am officially 30K in the hole over the next three years. Yes, you here me correctly, I was burned out on my Ling because I thought I had one more semester than I actually did, so I signed up to put myself in a metric buttload more of school and debt. Irony's a bastard, my friends.
Wanna here some other stuff about irony? The advisor I spoke to today informs me that the "strict" 4 year limit advertised by the graduate school actually isn't. Swear to God she looked right at me and basically said "deadline, schmeadline--if you need more time I'll push through an extension for you."
Yes, really. Ask and you shall receive.
Oh, and the paper I'm currently supposed to be writing because it's due on the 15th and I'm supposed to present my research in class 9am tomorrow but I'm avoiding it by writing this post instead?--The class executed a mutiny. I got this email late last night from my professor saying someone approached her and said there was a general consensus in the class that 15 pages single spaced was too large a workload. Now, I don't know who the pansy is that thinks 15 pages (including diagrams and references) is too much for a graduate level term paper, but the professor decided to shorten the paper to "whatever we feel is appropriate" and extend the dealine 2 days.
Yes, really. I'm still freaking out, though, because I still have no time to do any of it (except for this evening and tomorrow afternoon, basically--then Mr. B is back in town and will require my attention because he gets jealous every time I have to do anything of importance).
I'm also fat and dissatisfied with my work. Thought I'd throw that in for good measure. Oh, and I haven't had a period in 6 weeks. Go me.
But the basic plan is as follows: I am taking a semester off of Ling. My advisor has approved this, as she understands I need a full time job for at least that long to build up the financial basis to complete my schooling. So, I will start the MLS in January and plug away at that and a full time job until August, when I reassess my finances and decide if I need an extra semester off from Ling. Hopefully I will not, and I will complete my MA in Ling in Spring of 2010. Then I can full-time it until I'm out of the MLS in summer/fall of 2011.
PS the tea shop is still on, email me if you have any epiphanies on names.
Happy Holiday Freak Out,
Alula
And since I officially got into my MLS program, I am officially 30K in the hole over the next three years. Yes, you here me correctly, I was burned out on my Ling because I thought I had one more semester than I actually did, so I signed up to put myself in a metric buttload more of school and debt. Irony's a bastard, my friends.
Wanna here some other stuff about irony? The advisor I spoke to today informs me that the "strict" 4 year limit advertised by the graduate school actually isn't. Swear to God she looked right at me and basically said "deadline, schmeadline--if you need more time I'll push through an extension for you."
Yes, really. Ask and you shall receive.
Oh, and the paper I'm currently supposed to be writing because it's due on the 15th and I'm supposed to present my research in class 9am tomorrow but I'm avoiding it by writing this post instead?--The class executed a mutiny. I got this email late last night from my professor saying someone approached her and said there was a general consensus in the class that 15 pages single spaced was too large a workload. Now, I don't know who the pansy is that thinks 15 pages (including diagrams and references) is too much for a graduate level term paper, but the professor decided to shorten the paper to "whatever we feel is appropriate" and extend the dealine 2 days.
Yes, really. I'm still freaking out, though, because I still have no time to do any of it (except for this evening and tomorrow afternoon, basically--then Mr. B is back in town and will require my attention because he gets jealous every time I have to do anything of importance).
I'm also fat and dissatisfied with my work. Thought I'd throw that in for good measure. Oh, and I haven't had a period in 6 weeks. Go me.
But the basic plan is as follows: I am taking a semester off of Ling. My advisor has approved this, as she understands I need a full time job for at least that long to build up the financial basis to complete my schooling. So, I will start the MLS in January and plug away at that and a full time job until August, when I reassess my finances and decide if I need an extra semester off from Ling. Hopefully I will not, and I will complete my MA in Ling in Spring of 2010. Then I can full-time it until I'm out of the MLS in summer/fall of 2011.
PS the tea shop is still on, email me if you have any epiphanies on names.
Happy Holiday Freak Out,
Alula
135 and counting...
I've decided I'll be doing an every 15 day post until the day of my wedding just to keep yall updated. I think I've found someone to officiate my wedding, the Pastor that baptized me has a message left for him from my mother. Hopefully this will pull through in the end. School is FINALLY over for the semester, and not a day too soon. I just have to email two more things to my teachers take a test tonight and then I'm done. I wonder if it's normal to feel a little bit crazy when so many things happen at the same time, I certainly do. I might be delving into the world of financial services, hopefully that will help me make a couple extra bucks.
Truly I am just praying that this Christmas season will go smoothly for everyone, and that we can all see each other again very soon and feel great about just having the chance to be together again. Good luck ladies, I'll be hoping to hug you all soon. =)
Truly I am just praying that this Christmas season will go smoothly for everyone, and that we can all see each other again very soon and feel great about just having the chance to be together again. Good luck ladies, I'll be hoping to hug you all soon. =)
Friday, December 5, 2008
Holdiay Decorating
Hello All!
I'm hoping you've noticed the seasonal changes on the page. On the left sidebar is a tree--you get to put an oranment on every time you visit. At the bottom of the page we have a Holiday Music Radio (pick your station). And above we have a tree to put presents under, because even though we're not all living close anymore, we can still share this holiday space. To leave a present you click on Leave a Gift, and then you pick your gift and wrapping and the message you want to leave.
Have Fun! Happy Holidays!
Alula
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!
News Flash: Prospero mates with Little Lucky, allows Alula to upload pictures from cell phone to computer, finally finding a way around Mr. Borealis hiding the G-D digital camera.
Hey yall (especially DoHP). Here's the view out my kitchen window this morning:
And here's me, driving home from school. The car is moving 15mph on the highway, and I was half an hour late to school after one and a half hours in traffic. (Note: Do not operate cell phone while driving. I realized this was a bad idea right after I did it.):
Here is the back courtyard, snow accumulation visible on the table:
And here are signs of the holidays around my house. We actually have three trees, of which this is the main (the other two are on the dining room table and in the office):
Happy Holidays everyone! It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas here--hope everyone is getting in the spirit. The annual holiday bakeoff and cookie swap will be at my place on Saturday the 20th, just in time for Yule on the 21st, and all are invited to attend and bring recipes to share.
Alula
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!
Enjoy your family, enjoy your turkey, and really enjoy the football.
Also, let me know if you need to be rescued from anything with a phone call from your long distance friend.
Personally, I'm thankfull for my family, my friends, and car insurance.
Also, let me know if you need to be rescued from anything with a phone call from your long distance friend.
Personally, I'm thankfull for my family, my friends, and car insurance.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
150,,,
Only 150 days to go until my wedding... that might sound awesome to everyone but to me it's a nightmare because I still haven't found the right officiant. What am I going to do? Also I can't afford to buy anything anymore because our country continues to decide to put of trillions of dollars in debt with bailouts for Wall Street. Anyway, I know I am going to be alright just wanted to give everyone the 150 day update.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Technophilia
Yesterday my dream lover arrived on my doorstep. I ran my fingers over him and said, "Just a moment baby, I'm going to take a bath."
Then I took a bubble bath. Then I put some lingerie on, and went downstairs and lit some candles. I got out my array of naughty toys. I put on Joe Crocker's "You can leave your hat on," and then we settled on to the couch.
Then my husband walked in on us and was like, "Oh, I see your new computer got here."
His name is Prospero.
Giggidty!
Alula
Then I took a bubble bath. Then I put some lingerie on, and went downstairs and lit some candles. I got out my array of naughty toys. I put on Joe Crocker's "You can leave your hat on," and then we settled on to the couch.
Then my husband walked in on us and was like, "Oh, I see your new computer got here."
His name is Prospero.
Giggidty!
Alula
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
MLS Legacy
Hiya ladies,
Just a quick update on my quest for an MLS. I had my interview for my chosen school today (yes, they require a face-to-face interview for admission). My interviewer, also my advisor at that school, made a joke about how it felt like I was a Legacy applicant or something because of how many people previously in the program had contacted her about me; Mr. B's mom, The Librarian, went there, as did one of our other close friends, not to mention the bazillion other librarians in our family...
Anyways, the advisor is recommending that I be admitted. They don't actually do legacy admittance; my test scores and transcripts were just that great.
She also said that if I finished my current MA in addition, I would be well qualified to work in just about any academic library anywhere (apparently CompLing is big in Library Science now). So that's something to think about.
I'm feeling a lot better with a plan now; I wasn't sure where I was going to be next semester. Now I'm 90% sure I'll be doing my MLS online with weekdays free to work so I can pay for the program.
Also, my baby (the new laptop) shipped on the 10th and is slated to arrive by the 17th. I am accepting suggestions for a name.
Huzzah for having a plan!
Alula
Just a quick update on my quest for an MLS. I had my interview for my chosen school today (yes, they require a face-to-face interview for admission). My interviewer, also my advisor at that school, made a joke about how it felt like I was a Legacy applicant or something because of how many people previously in the program had contacted her about me; Mr. B's mom, The Librarian, went there, as did one of our other close friends, not to mention the bazillion other librarians in our family...
Anyways, the advisor is recommending that I be admitted. They don't actually do legacy admittance; my test scores and transcripts were just that great.
She also said that if I finished my current MA in addition, I would be well qualified to work in just about any academic library anywhere (apparently CompLing is big in Library Science now). So that's something to think about.
I'm feeling a lot better with a plan now; I wasn't sure where I was going to be next semester. Now I'm 90% sure I'll be doing my MLS online with weekdays free to work so I can pay for the program.
Also, my baby (the new laptop) shipped on the 10th and is slated to arrive by the 17th. I am accepting suggestions for a name.
Huzzah for having a plan!
Alula
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I'm going to have an affair...
...with my NEW LAPTOP! Ha!
I will now shamelessly plug the DELL online outlet store, which sells three different types of heavily discounted laptops: previously ordered new, certified refurbished, and scratch & dent.
Previously ordered new: someone ordered a computer and then sent it back for some reason, like it was the wrong color.
Certified Refurbished: laptops with a little cometic damage.
Scratch and dent: laptops with a little more cosmetic damage.
Of course, these are my definitions and not Dell's--but please note all damage is cosmetic, meaning the actual computers are still intact and fully functional.
So Q and Munchkin were at my house last night, along with Q's mom. Mr. B had been out of town for a week so he bought me flowers. I felt guilty because we then proceeded to totally trash our living room with sewing and birdseed projects. Mr. B, who is normally incredibly stressed about messy situations, was just really cool about it--he told me not to worry about it that night and we would "just clean it up tomorrow."
Then today I was talking about all these great deals through the Dell outlet store and I found this Studio 15, Midnight Blue, 320 GB SATA Hard Drive, 3 GB memory, ATI 3450 video card, built in webcam, Windows Vista Premium, Microsoft Office complete package, hot and sexy laptop.
I look at Mr. Borealis and ask him to guess the price. He guesses correctly at about $1200. I tell him THIS sexy laptop is only $650 because it's previously ordered new and customized. I bat my eyes and jokingly ask if he'll buy it for me.
He says "sure."
Yeah. So check out the great deals here.
Alula
I will now shamelessly plug the DELL online outlet store, which sells three different types of heavily discounted laptops: previously ordered new, certified refurbished, and scratch & dent.
Previously ordered new: someone ordered a computer and then sent it back for some reason, like it was the wrong color.
Certified Refurbished: laptops with a little cometic damage.
Scratch and dent: laptops with a little more cosmetic damage.
Of course, these are my definitions and not Dell's--but please note all damage is cosmetic, meaning the actual computers are still intact and fully functional.
So Q and Munchkin were at my house last night, along with Q's mom. Mr. B had been out of town for a week so he bought me flowers. I felt guilty because we then proceeded to totally trash our living room with sewing and birdseed projects. Mr. B, who is normally incredibly stressed about messy situations, was just really cool about it--he told me not to worry about it that night and we would "just clean it up tomorrow."
Then today I was talking about all these great deals through the Dell outlet store and I found this Studio 15, Midnight Blue, 320 GB SATA Hard Drive, 3 GB memory, ATI 3450 video card, built in webcam, Windows Vista Premium, Microsoft Office complete package, hot and sexy laptop.
I look at Mr. Borealis and ask him to guess the price. He guesses correctly at about $1200. I tell him THIS sexy laptop is only $650 because it's previously ordered new and customized. I bat my eyes and jokingly ask if he'll buy it for me.
He says "sure."
Yeah. So check out the great deals here.
Alula
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Beating up on myself
Well, yesterday Mr. Borealis said (in a very non-hurtful just-being-a-stupid-man kind of way) that he felt a little sorry for the fact that I wasn't employed in my field. I was fishing for encouragement at the time--I'm freaking 24 with a BA and some work on an MA, working 3 part-time jobs and still don't know what I'm doing with my life.
I'm proud to say I haven't cried yet, but I did have a freak out when he said it. I spent a bunch of time online and sought out the FBI employment page; that would the reason I got into Linguistics to begin with. I still think it would be really awesome to be an intelligence analyst; the sad thing is, I'm totally qualified, too.
But I also really want to do the whole small business owner artist writer thing (wow, that looks really immature on paper). I'd like to build the business while I do the whole librarian thing. I'm totally qualified to do this as well, but my odds are a lot worse at success.
So really, really smart logician and analytical thinker Alula got in a fight with totally freakishly creative and passionate Alula today.
And sadly, the two really aren't compatible. And more sadly, in the end it doesn't really matter what I pick because if Mr. B gets a better job elsewhere, we're moving. He's taking the Foreign Service Officers Exam this Saturday for a position that would reassign him outside the US; I'm very proud of him and I think it would be totally cool to live somewhere else for a while. He's out of town again and I miss him pathetically too much right now.
And he forgot to pay the HOA fees this month, so the money came out of my personal account, and now I'm down another $230 on the new laptop I desperately need. And by desperately, I do mean it--this current laptop is six years old and takes (literally) a whole minute to load even basic websites, and I'm about to have heavy school and work loads.
Alula
I'm proud to say I haven't cried yet, but I did have a freak out when he said it. I spent a bunch of time online and sought out the FBI employment page; that would the reason I got into Linguistics to begin with. I still think it would be really awesome to be an intelligence analyst; the sad thing is, I'm totally qualified, too.
But I also really want to do the whole small business owner artist writer thing (wow, that looks really immature on paper). I'd like to build the business while I do the whole librarian thing. I'm totally qualified to do this as well, but my odds are a lot worse at success.
So really, really smart logician and analytical thinker Alula got in a fight with totally freakishly creative and passionate Alula today.
And sadly, the two really aren't compatible. And more sadly, in the end it doesn't really matter what I pick because if Mr. B gets a better job elsewhere, we're moving. He's taking the Foreign Service Officers Exam this Saturday for a position that would reassign him outside the US; I'm very proud of him and I think it would be totally cool to live somewhere else for a while. He's out of town again and I miss him pathetically too much right now.
And he forgot to pay the HOA fees this month, so the money came out of my personal account, and now I'm down another $230 on the new laptop I desperately need. And by desperately, I do mean it--this current laptop is six years old and takes (literally) a whole minute to load even basic websites, and I'm about to have heavy school and work loads.
Alula
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I'm a GA voter, are you?
GO VOTE!!!! Or I don't want to hear any of y'all complain for the next 4 years.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Too much talent, not enough direction
I am apparently good and have talent at a lot of things. I can knit, and am entering a design contest that would pay real money if I won. I'm just waiting on the yarn to get actually working on this. I'm thinking of writing a book (about knitting, on knitting theory 101, for people who don't learn as organically as most knitting books teach. And maybe even a sequel on color theory for people who didn't go to art school).
I can cook. I have plans for spending excessive time in the kitchen over the next month perfecting Christmas brownies. I want to enter the "next food network star" contest, but I realize that the show I would make would talk about the science/history behind everyday foods, and contain lots of puns. That show has already been made.
The only thing I can't decide on, is a career.
I can cook. I have plans for spending excessive time in the kitchen over the next month perfecting Christmas brownies. I want to enter the "next food network star" contest, but I realize that the show I would make would talk about the science/history behind everyday foods, and contain lots of puns. That show has already been made.
The only thing I can't decide on, is a career.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
the magic eight ball
hey ladies
I asked the magic eight ball if wetpaw was ever going to move out and it said. "most likely"
what the *bleep* does that mean? Is god punishing me with him because if my need to make messes?
I asked the magic eight ball if wetpaw was ever going to move out and it said. "most likely"
what the *bleep* does that mean? Is god punishing me with him because if my need to make messes?
Friday, October 31, 2008
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
It's been a while, right?
A lot happening for me over these last few months. The latest first draft of my new book is now in Q's hot little hands; anyone else interested in reading it, feel free to get a copy from her or me.
I've got a few new jobs. I'm poop scooping with Q now, and also I'm an online literacy tutor for kids in California. I've been hired on as a junior editor for Grumpy Dragon publishing (that link to appear on this site soon), and I continue to create and sell art online. I think I've pretty well left my last job, which didn't pay--or at least my boss has stopped sending me projects. I've sent out a few more resumes, still hoping to get a job somewhere as a technical writer.
What else...? I've developed unhealthy levels of addiction to energy drinks and gorey horror flicks, and I'm still not sleeping well (even when I'm off the guarana, yes, I have thought of that--Ironically enough, I think I sleep better when I'm on the guarana).
The latest problems in my life include the fact that the school I applied to for my MLS hasn't received one of my letters of reference, so I might miss spring entrance and have to wait until January 2011. I pick up poop for a living (though except for this fact, I do enjoy the job--sunlight, happy dogs, fresh air, no cubicle). And Mr. Borealis went completely bonkers about the same time I did in early August.
He used to not want kids. I finally got on board with that 100% recently, and then he decided maybe he *does* want kids after all (not immediately, thank God). He used to hate the fact that I didn't have a "real" job and that I worked for free; two weeks ago I went on a mini-vacation to visit him while he was working out of town and he said (mind you, entirely unsolicited, as in total silence at the table until he said this): "I'm jealous of how successful you are. I think you built up a lot of good karma by doing all that charity work over the last year."
Any of you who know Mr. Borealis know that he does not believe in any of the following things: karma, charity, children. WTF, mate? This alien also enjoys cuddling, seeing me in frumpy cloths, and wants to get a cat. It's weird--it's like he suddenly became the guy I fell in love with as a teenager. It's great. It's also freaking me out.
I suspect a brain tumor,
Alula
A lot happening for me over these last few months. The latest first draft of my new book is now in Q's hot little hands; anyone else interested in reading it, feel free to get a copy from her or me.
I've got a few new jobs. I'm poop scooping with Q now, and also I'm an online literacy tutor for kids in California. I've been hired on as a junior editor for Grumpy Dragon publishing (that link to appear on this site soon), and I continue to create and sell art online. I think I've pretty well left my last job, which didn't pay--or at least my boss has stopped sending me projects. I've sent out a few more resumes, still hoping to get a job somewhere as a technical writer.
What else...? I've developed unhealthy levels of addiction to energy drinks and gorey horror flicks, and I'm still not sleeping well (even when I'm off the guarana, yes, I have thought of that--Ironically enough, I think I sleep better when I'm on the guarana).
The latest problems in my life include the fact that the school I applied to for my MLS hasn't received one of my letters of reference, so I might miss spring entrance and have to wait until January 2011. I pick up poop for a living (though except for this fact, I do enjoy the job--sunlight, happy dogs, fresh air, no cubicle). And Mr. Borealis went completely bonkers about the same time I did in early August.
He used to not want kids. I finally got on board with that 100% recently, and then he decided maybe he *does* want kids after all (not immediately, thank God). He used to hate the fact that I didn't have a "real" job and that I worked for free; two weeks ago I went on a mini-vacation to visit him while he was working out of town and he said (mind you, entirely unsolicited, as in total silence at the table until he said this): "I'm jealous of how successful you are. I think you built up a lot of good karma by doing all that charity work over the last year."
Any of you who know Mr. Borealis know that he does not believe in any of the following things: karma, charity, children. WTF, mate? This alien also enjoys cuddling, seeing me in frumpy cloths, and wants to get a cat. It's weird--it's like he suddenly became the guy I fell in love with as a teenager. It's great. It's also freaking me out.
I suspect a brain tumor,
Alula
Monday, October 20, 2008
So... FAMILY. I feel like family stands for the following.
Fear... or saying the wrong things.
Apologies... constantly.
Managing... time and the problems between people and doing it well.
Ill... feelings when you are around them too much.
Loathing... for all the things they continue to do that they know drive you mad.
Yelling... at the top of your lungs just to be heard.
I truly see this whenever I examine my own family and it makes me feel a little bit absurd. I hope that not everyone feels the same way I do about their own families.
Fear... or saying the wrong things.
Apologies... constantly.
Managing... time and the problems between people and doing it well.
Ill... feelings when you are around them too much.
Loathing... for all the things they continue to do that they know drive you mad.
Yelling... at the top of your lungs just to be heard.
I truly see this whenever I examine my own family and it makes me feel a little bit absurd. I hope that not everyone feels the same way I do about their own families.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Ambassador's Affair...
So this is a really stupid question... but now that our guesses are all come and past... is the Ambassador still having the affair?
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Making a Move on the Tea House
Hey kiddos,
DoHP, I think you're the only one not on a serious burnout right now (though correct me if I'm wrong).
Sisters, the time is now. (I know, dramatic, right?)
I'm making a move on our dream teahouse. Q and I have a name unofficially chosen (I won't be posting it here until I clear it as an LLC and copyright a few things). We're going to price kitchen equipment tomorrow. We need used books, mugs, tea cups, tables and chairs, and some cubicles if anyone has a lead I can follow. I'm also looking for an organic tea shop to contract with if anyone has a preference. We also require store copies of all the major gaming references.
I eeked out 3 hours of sleep last night but finished 5 more chapters. I'm hell bent on making this happen, y'all. I've done the math including startup, food fees, employee pay, and rent and as long as we can keep the rent at or under 3K/month we can do this if we make $300/day in sales.
I'll keep you apprised,
Alula
DoHP, I think you're the only one not on a serious burnout right now (though correct me if I'm wrong).
Sisters, the time is now. (I know, dramatic, right?)
I'm making a move on our dream teahouse. Q and I have a name unofficially chosen (I won't be posting it here until I clear it as an LLC and copyright a few things). We're going to price kitchen equipment tomorrow. We need used books, mugs, tea cups, tables and chairs, and some cubicles if anyone has a lead I can follow. I'm also looking for an organic tea shop to contract with if anyone has a preference. We also require store copies of all the major gaming references.
I eeked out 3 hours of sleep last night but finished 5 more chapters. I'm hell bent on making this happen, y'all. I've done the math including startup, food fees, employee pay, and rent and as long as we can keep the rent at or under 3K/month we can do this if we make $300/day in sales.
I'll keep you apprised,
Alula
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Landslide
Alright... so I really don't post very often and for that I am very sorry. Since I haven't said anything in a while it's time to unload. When life buries you in a landslide, what do you do? I'll tell you what... You sit and cry for an hour at a time not knowing what is the matter with you. You do nothing at all because the shear number of things you have to do is so overwhelming that you have no clue where to start or the will to start the tasks you must endure. At this time I must find a way to persevere in the landslide of tasks and obligations, and no matter what I know that at some point I will again see the light above me and breath fresh air.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Quick questions
If I tell y'all why I'm asking it'll jinx it.
Munchkin- What are your wedding colors? Or another set of favorite colors?
Q- You still like green right?
Alula- You like fall/warm colors I think? Tell me if I'm wrong please.
Munchkin- What are your wedding colors? Or another set of favorite colors?
Q- You still like green right?
Alula- You like fall/warm colors I think? Tell me if I'm wrong please.
Monday, August 25, 2008
(Bangs head against wall)
Well. For all of you who aren't Q, I'll do a recap. And because I'm feeling the groove, I shall do it in prose to the tune of a limerick.
There was a Comp Linguist in school,
Starting to think "This ain't cool."
She went on vacation,
Had a big revelation,
Could start Librarian school 'round yule.
Yep. That'll do'er. I went for a week to my Granny's in Tulsa, and read Stephanie Meyer's Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse in a span of 3 days. You all MUST read these books, they are the best (and possibly better) since Harry Potter. My mummy is getting me Breaking Dawn for my birthday, and I can hardly wait.
After Tulsa, I went for a week to Salida with Mr. Borealis. I wrote a new book, and suddenly realized I'm not really happy with my college classes or my job--I love literature. None of my classes pertain to anything I'll ever do in the real world, and my job has pretty well stalled out (and isn't even paying me gas money anymore), and I'm not psyched about starting over somewhere else in the field, not that there are jobs to be had (I've been looking).
So I haven't told my parents yet, and I'm thinking this might be one of those snap decisions you later regret, but I'm heavily considering dropping my current MA program in CompLing and applying to an online one for an MLS that starts in January. I hate to put it this way, but I think the fact that Mr. B's mom, hereafter The Librarian, is a librarian, made me not see it before because I've been trying so hard not to become her.
I was never head over heels about being a Comp Linguist--it was the one practical job a linguist could hold in our society, so I went with it. I feel like I really WANT this--I'm actually excited to do this, even if the pay isn't as much.
I guess we'll see if the crazy streak holds,
Alula
There was a Comp Linguist in school,
Starting to think "This ain't cool."
She went on vacation,
Had a big revelation,
Could start Librarian school 'round yule.
Yep. That'll do'er. I went for a week to my Granny's in Tulsa, and read Stephanie Meyer's Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse in a span of 3 days. You all MUST read these books, they are the best (and possibly better) since Harry Potter. My mummy is getting me Breaking Dawn for my birthday, and I can hardly wait.
After Tulsa, I went for a week to Salida with Mr. Borealis. I wrote a new book, and suddenly realized I'm not really happy with my college classes or my job--I love literature. None of my classes pertain to anything I'll ever do in the real world, and my job has pretty well stalled out (and isn't even paying me gas money anymore), and I'm not psyched about starting over somewhere else in the field, not that there are jobs to be had (I've been looking).
So I haven't told my parents yet, and I'm thinking this might be one of those snap decisions you later regret, but I'm heavily considering dropping my current MA program in CompLing and applying to an online one for an MLS that starts in January. I hate to put it this way, but I think the fact that Mr. B's mom, hereafter The Librarian, is a librarian, made me not see it before because I've been trying so hard not to become her.
I was never head over heels about being a Comp Linguist--it was the one practical job a linguist could hold in our society, so I went with it. I feel like I really WANT this--I'm actually excited to do this, even if the pay isn't as much.
I guess we'll see if the crazy streak holds,
Alula
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
new job!
hey ladies!
It looks like i might have landed myself a second job! Its at a bead store that is right down the street from me! WWWWWWWWWWWWooooooooHHHHHHOOOOOOO! Its only seven dollars a hour but I do not have to drive there!
They hired me on spot so hopefully it will work out, but I am always worried about getting my hopes up when getting a new job. I always expect them to not work out. I'm such a pessimist!
It looks like i might have landed myself a second job! Its at a bead store that is right down the street from me! WWWWWWWWWWWWooooooooHHHHHHOOOOOOO! Its only seven dollars a hour but I do not have to drive there!
They hired me on spot so hopefully it will work out, but I am always worried about getting my hopes up when getting a new job. I always expect them to not work out. I'm such a pessimist!
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Ladies, I could use some help here
Okay, I did something stupid. My project list has gotten a little out of hand. In terms of crafty projects only I have:~ A sweater
~ A pair of Socks
~ 2 battle axes (I will present pictures when they are done)
~ *New* Cork Board Project
See, my mom and I were at the big kitchy-crap place (It's like Hobby Lobby merged with a home decor store) and I found some 6"x6" cork board squares. I grabed a couple packages and so did my mom. We were going to work together on making myself and my sister each a half-cork-board/half-fabric-covered-sytrofoam board system. After we got fabric at Hancock's, we had some creative differences.
So, we decided to have a contest, judged mostly on how put together and finished the board is, and less on creativity.
Materials so far:
-12 6"x6" cork board squares
- 1/2 yard of three different fabrics (pictured above)
-ribbon
-lime green rick-rack
-hot glue sticks, but no hot glue gun
My plan is to make a square board that is 5 squares by 5 squares (total of 25 squares). 13 will be fabric covered, 12 cork board. I'm going to Hobby Lobby tomorrow to look for styrofoam to make the fabric covered squares, and maybe some more decorating accessories. And elastic. Because I want to make the fabric covered ones (I guess they're...) French style message boards. That's the type that has the ribbon go in an x across the square and is held taught and you can slip things under the ribbons. And I will mount them on something and frame it with some molding and then paint the same sort of spirals on the molding.
What do I mount this sort of stuff to?
How do I mount it?
What do I use to attach fabric to styrofoam/other sorts of foam?
Where's my hot glue gun?
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Fairy Auction!
Hey Ladies,
The impending Pink Fairy Auction has started. Again, please no one feel pressured to bid (in fact, if any of you would like a fairy I'll make one custom for cost and we'll work out the shipping)--but please do pass on this auction to anyone you know who might be interested!
Please take a look here.
Thanks!
Alula
The impending Pink Fairy Auction has started. Again, please no one feel pressured to bid (in fact, if any of you would like a fairy I'll make one custom for cost and we'll work out the shipping)--but please do pass on this auction to anyone you know who might be interested!
Please take a look here.
Thanks!
Alula
Monday, August 4, 2008
Staircase wit
I was browsing around the internet and I found this lovely video that I thought I really should share with the beautiful women of the sisterhood.
Staircase Wit.
Staircase Wit.
50 floppies + 2 hours = 1 CD
Red Sunflower in my garden! I begged Mr. B to come with me to see Mama Mia! this weekend--he's a fan of that era of music, but thought the movie looked too "girly." Having seen it on stage before, I knew he would like it--afterwards, he said "it was the best movie he had seen in some time." Ladies, you all MUST see this movie--it's a comedy (like pee your pants funny) based on the music of ABBA (the music came first, then someone decided to make a play that fit the songs).
Over the last few weeks I found myself rooting through my old floppy disks trying to find older versions of a book I'm working on. This weekend Q and I had the sickening realization that the oldest desktop we own (between the two of us) didn't possess a floppy drive to read any of these disks. In horror, I realized that my USB floppy drive is the last one, and when it broke, all the information on my many lovely disks, a span of at least 10 years of my writer's life, would be lost forever.
Today I sat down and compiled them--all of them--into one comprehensive CD. I still have 3 Mac formatted disks which I couldn't read, and some of the file extensions were obsolete and therefore the data was unsaveable, but I managed to save probably 98%.
*Grumble* Someday I'll have to copy all of it again to some media that hasn't even been invented yet...
Alula
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Six day weekend!
Hey Ladies,
I woke up today and had the strong feeling that I should not go to work. I tried to get over it and go but it kept getting stronger like that episode of Grays Anatomy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4couyYTyU1E
I'm not usually one to play hooike, but after a coin toss were I got heads three in a row. (heads was stay home) I called in, not realizing that this would get me a six day weekend! I'm not sure if I should feel bad about this. At the moment I'm really excited about not having to work for a week i needed a mental vacation!
I woke up today and had the strong feeling that I should not go to work. I tried to get over it and go but it kept getting stronger like that episode of Grays Anatomy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4couyYTyU1E
I'm not usually one to play hooike, but after a coin toss were I got heads three in a row. (heads was stay home) I called in, not realizing that this would get me a six day weekend! I'm not sure if I should feel bad about this. At the moment I'm really excited about not having to work for a week i needed a mental vacation!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Ice cream had to die
Everyone has those days. Stuff just goes wrong. Nothing goes right. Bad stuff happens. And at the end of the day, ice cream needs to die.
So what does the sisterhood go for when ice cream needs to meet a gruesome end?
For me, there's a Coldstone between work and home. The Love It size fits in my cup holder perfectly. Today's selection was chocolate with carmel/chocolate bits mixed in, but it's normally white chocolate with Heath bar bits. And if Coldstone is cost prohibitive, I totally go for the frosty and extra-salty fries.
(Events that inspired the ice cream massacre are being stored away for another make your own adventure post)
So what does the sisterhood go for when ice cream needs to meet a gruesome end?
For me, there's a Coldstone between work and home. The Love It size fits in my cup holder perfectly. Today's selection was chocolate with carmel/chocolate bits mixed in, but it's normally white chocolate with Heath bar bits. And if Coldstone is cost prohibitive, I totally go for the frosty and extra-salty fries.
(Events that inspired the ice cream massacre are being stored away for another make your own adventure post)
Monday, July 28, 2008
To the pain!
Hey ladies!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cH_iDlCdL60
Or he could have threatened to make him were a Corset!
The ren fest was a blast but it would have been better if our out of townees had been with us! DoHP you are missed!
I figured out how to get pictures up on the web sight with my new computer!
We saw this bug at ren fest. What is it?
The great mystery bug!
And now for a tribute to my cat! His name is Al and he is a pain akin to a hangnail! But he is till my baby!
I like to call this one " busted looking at porn!"
I got the feather!
Pretty!
I have good news too! Mr. Q has four days of leave in August, and he gets to fly home! yeah! Unfortunately after that he is off to Iraq. But I will take all the time I can get with him!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cH_iDlCdL60
Or he could have threatened to make him were a Corset!
The ren fest was a blast but it would have been better if our out of townees had been with us! DoHP you are missed!
I figured out how to get pictures up on the web sight with my new computer!
We saw this bug at ren fest. What is it?
The great mystery bug!And now for a tribute to my cat! His name is Al and he is a pain akin to a hangnail! But he is till my baby!
I like to call this one " busted looking at porn!"
I got the feather!
Pretty!I have good news too! Mr. Q has four days of leave in August, and he gets to fly home! yeah! Unfortunately after that he is off to Iraq. But I will take all the time I can get with him!
...try wearing a corsette!
My first sunflower of the season! I love that orange halo it has!The Sisterhood (minus DoHP, who was greatly missed and remembered through many reminiscent stories) went to the local Renaissance Festival yesterday. I wore my first real corsette for 8 hours yesterday, and wow, was it painful--but my breasts looked fabulous.
I woke up at 6 today, which is usual as I pack Mr. B's lunch for work, and I passed out sometime between 8 and 10, which is somewhat less usual, and woke up around 3. I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember my head pounding and my body aching like a banshee beforehand. Then I walked the supermarket for 2 hours to shake it off because I knew I wasn't making it to the gym, and I almost broke my all-time record by saving 43% on my groceries shopping smart.
Haven't been sleeping well; but the good times are rolling in terms of my writing and sculpting. Still working on that pink fairy--you'll all surely be informed when that auction rolls, because while I don't hold any of you to bidding, I will hold you to spreading the word. :)
Crashed on the Couch,
Alula
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Stuff on the cat
He looks so angry dosen't he? So Angry you just want to cuddle him and make it all better. (I was browsing through some old photos, and found this, it was suspossed to be a submission to "Stuff on my Cat", but we decided that it didn't have nearly enough stuff)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Movies and Rat Cancer
...And it's only Wednesday!
Health is bad, feel like poo. But trying to keep optimistic, as Mr. Borealis (MD, apparently) informs me that my "constant pessimism" is the reason my health is bad. I kind of think it's the other way around, but then, that's just me. He's out of town again until Friday, and I'm so lonely it's driving me nuts.
We've managed to see WALL-E and Hancock in the past few weeks; WALL-E was quite cute and definitely worth seeing. Hancock was ok, but probably better saved for renting price. I've heard excellent things about Get Smart (a favorite show from my childhood viewed on Nick at Nite) and The Dark Knight; apparently Heath Ledger gave my dad nightmares.
Lexis the rat had her surgery yesterday. She's doing fabulous, as bouncy as ever, and doesn't seem to quite understand the sudden enforcement of cage rest despite the 2-inch sutured gash on her right side. I'll be auctioning a fairy in her honor with proceeds going to breast cancer research (in humans) when I figure out how to do this through EBay. We're out $400 for the surgery, but at least I have my rat back.
The garden is taking over, and I now have corn and strawberries growing, and the sunflowers have started to bloom a little. I also have healthy basil, sage, spearmint, and parsley.
--Alula
Health is bad, feel like poo. But trying to keep optimistic, as Mr. Borealis (MD, apparently) informs me that my "constant pessimism" is the reason my health is bad. I kind of think it's the other way around, but then, that's just me. He's out of town again until Friday, and I'm so lonely it's driving me nuts.
We've managed to see WALL-E and Hancock in the past few weeks; WALL-E was quite cute and definitely worth seeing. Hancock was ok, but probably better saved for renting price. I've heard excellent things about Get Smart (a favorite show from my childhood viewed on Nick at Nite) and The Dark Knight; apparently Heath Ledger gave my dad nightmares.
Lexis the rat had her surgery yesterday. She's doing fabulous, as bouncy as ever, and doesn't seem to quite understand the sudden enforcement of cage rest despite the 2-inch sutured gash on her right side. I'll be auctioning a fairy in her honor with proceeds going to breast cancer research (in humans) when I figure out how to do this through EBay. We're out $400 for the surgery, but at least I have my rat back.
The garden is taking over, and I now have corn and strawberries growing, and the sunflowers have started to bloom a little. I also have healthy basil, sage, spearmint, and parsley.
--Alula
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Technology
This is a test of the Post Scheduling system. If this post appears on 7/22 at 7am MDT then I have been successful! If not, this post will be floating around in the ether for all eternity.
(I know I'm the sort that has to poke about with all the technological bits until I break them)
~DoHP (7/21 10pm)
(I know I'm the sort that has to poke about with all the technological bits until I break them)
~DoHP (7/21 10pm)
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Monsieur Dustbunny
(First imagine a terrible Peppie La Pew accent)
I have arrived to remedy her lack of posting pictures.
Well here I am in her cute shoes, oh she has such small and pleasant smelling feet!
And here I am with my companion Mrs. Gozilla. I do not believe that is her real name. But we had quite the pleasant chat about the effect of cryptozoological creatures on large island based cities. I will her destroy Tokyo the next time she is in town.
(I bought a new camera, really I was due for a new one, and I took pictures of everything that I've completed knitting wise since April, which was a lot in the last two weeks)
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wetpaw makes my brain hurt!
Hey Ladies,
I have a DVD player with a really pissy remote its really hard to find the sweat spot were it will actually start the movie; and being American I am not going to get up and hit play. So I'm telling the DVD player off for running my movie experience again! When Wetpaw walks in and tells me that its not working because of the compact floresent bulb over my head.
"No Wetpaw it is always like this!"
Wetpaw "Well I always watch movies in the dark."
"Wetpaw I have had this DVD player for a year and a half and its always pissy!"
He procieds to aruge his point and it start typing for this blog.
Now I find myself almost tempted to look up compact floresent effecting remotes!
GGGGGGRRRRRrrrrrrrr!
I have a DVD player with a really pissy remote its really hard to find the sweat spot were it will actually start the movie; and being American I am not going to get up and hit play. So I'm telling the DVD player off for running my movie experience again! When Wetpaw walks in and tells me that its not working because of the compact floresent bulb over my head.
"No Wetpaw it is always like this!"
Wetpaw "Well I always watch movies in the dark."
"Wetpaw I have had this DVD player for a year and a half and its always pissy!"
He procieds to aruge his point and it start typing for this blog.
Now I find myself almost tempted to look up compact floresent effecting remotes!
GGGGGGRRRRRrrrrrrrr!
Monday, July 14, 2008
very large rock!
hey ladies!
As you may know today was the farewell ceremony for Mr. Q. He has a few more weeks of training then he is off to Iraq. Hope fully he will get a four day pass before he ships out, so it looks like I will be driving out to Wisconsin. I will ether be driving out alone or with my mother. Both sound like a difficult task!
But enough about me lets talk about Mr. Q! How did I get so lucky to land him? I mean he is just amazing!
The last eight weeks have been very hard for the both of us, I have been crying a lot! A lot! Not a normal emotion for me! He has been a rock! Almost too much so, Today when we were saying goodbye a single tear ran down his face, I'm not ashamed to say it tore at my heart. I love him!
http://www.cbs4denver.com/video/?id=44133@kcnc.dayport.com this is a link to the event this morning, its nothing really special but I'm being emotional so I'm blogging it anyway!
So I'm going to try to wiggle out from under the very large rock I'm stuck under. Cause its way to heavy to stay under it for the next 400 days!
Hug you loved ones, and tell them you love them!
As you may know today was the farewell ceremony for Mr. Q. He has a few more weeks of training then he is off to Iraq. Hope fully he will get a four day pass before he ships out, so it looks like I will be driving out to Wisconsin. I will ether be driving out alone or with my mother. Both sound like a difficult task!
But enough about me lets talk about Mr. Q! How did I get so lucky to land him? I mean he is just amazing!
The last eight weeks have been very hard for the both of us, I have been crying a lot! A lot! Not a normal emotion for me! He has been a rock! Almost too much so, Today when we were saying goodbye a single tear ran down his face, I'm not ashamed to say it tore at my heart. I love him!
http://www.cbs4denver.com/
So I'm going to try to wiggle out from under the very large rock I'm stuck under. Cause its way to heavy to stay under it for the next 400 days!
Hug you loved ones, and tell them you love them!
Idea that I must tell the sisterhood
We totally need to publish a cook book on cooking for people with allergies. Include all sorts of recipes. Like Kick-ass Quiche with egg substitute, and Homemade Salsa - minus tomatoes (Tomatillios don't quack like tomatoes!) . Recipes must also include pita chips for those allergic to corn, how to avoid soy, and Yes, you can bake without nuts! (dedicated to my mother who is still surprised when my sister brings home half the cookies that got sent to school when there are nuts in them, but never any of the ones without nuts).
We could interview some doctors and have a little mini-lecture/textbook bit that's titled "You keep using that word..." about what is and what isn't an allergy. (This idea based off of drug allergies to codine with the complaint "it makes my stomach hurt", well that's what codine does to everyone).
We can sell it at our store of many things once we finally get that idea out of idea land.
We could interview some doctors and have a little mini-lecture/textbook bit that's titled "You keep using that word..." about what is and what isn't an allergy. (This idea based off of drug allergies to codine with the complaint "it makes my stomach hurt", well that's what codine does to everyone).
We can sell it at our store of many things once we finally get that idea out of idea land.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Question- Mainly for Q...
('cause I know the rest of you don't cook :P)
I'm trying to make that chicken asparagus cheese thing. How do I cook it so that the cheese doesn't melt out? I was thinking of foil boats for them, but that won't work with the asparagus. My current thought is to just cook the chicken and the cheese in the oven (making little cheese filled chicken pop-overs) and doing the asparagus on the stove and just plating them together. My mom suggested to do the chicken and asparagus in the oven and just melt the cheese over the top, but that would dry out the asparagus too much, I think.
In desperate need of cooking expertise,
~DoHP
I'm trying to make that chicken asparagus cheese thing. How do I cook it so that the cheese doesn't melt out? I was thinking of foil boats for them, but that won't work with the asparagus. My current thought is to just cook the chicken and the cheese in the oven (making little cheese filled chicken pop-overs) and doing the asparagus on the stove and just plating them together. My mom suggested to do the chicken and asparagus in the oven and just melt the cheese over the top, but that would dry out the asparagus too much, I think.
In desperate need of cooking expertise,
~DoHP
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Vet Visit
First little tomatoes in my garden this year!Well, Lexis had her trip to the vet day before yesterday. The surgery to remove the tumor she has is going to run us more than $500. $130 of that is because the vet would like to run a lab analysis of the removed tissue to see what kind of cancer it is (in rats that present like this, it's under 1% chance it's anything but benign). He says he believes the tumor might be growing too fast to be a run-of-the-mill mammary tumor; so now I'm figuring he needs me to pay that $130 so that I can:
A--find out that everything is fine as suspected.
or B--find out that the rat has a malignant cancer in which case there's not much we can do anyways until she's bad enough that I have to shell out MORE money to have her euthanized.
Why do I need to pay this $130?
Mr. Borealis had the same reaction I did--we sat in the living room for a long time in silence. When the vet told me, I went through every possible reaction in about 10 minutes. Everything from "yes, she's our baby and we must absolutely do this," to "I'm a bad person if I don't do everything I can," to "We don't have five hundred dollars--good God, I'm already eating microwave noodles one meal a day!"
Mr. Borealis looked at me and said, "It's five hundred dollars for a fifteen minute surgery on a seven dollar rat? I don't think we can afford that..."
To which I replied, "Go tell her she's just a seven dollar rat."
We both decided at that point that we're going to have the surgery done. She's only 18 months old, and potentially has another two years in her.
I'm desperately seeking paying employment now; I have my first dental visit in over a year at the end of this month. I was supposed to go last July, but then we were so busy fixing the house and with everything else. Then I rescheduled for January, but then Mr. B lost his job and we had no insurance. Mr. B's last cavity cost us $400 even after insurance, and that's weighing heavily on my mind.
Need. A. Job.
On the bright side, I've named that little rapscallion of a squirrel Alan. I figured he needed a name here because he hangs around so much now.
Wish me Luck!
Alula
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Happy 4th of July!
Well, Mr. B and I went and watched the fireworks with my parents last night in the field behind their house. It was a beautiful time; this year, though, I found myself thinking a lot about last year.
Q, Mr. Q, DoHP, Mr. B, and I were all partying at Q's, playing Apples to Apples and grilling. Then we all grabbed some blankets and some bug spray and headed out to the commons park to watch the fireworks, and it was too cold and wet to continue playing cards. So instead we all joked around, and most of us had forgotten our jackets, and we only had two blankets. As the wind threatened to increase and cancel the show, and the stormclouds were moving in, and there were little bits of lightening and thunder up in the clouds, we all huddled together on the one blanket and managed to share the other blanket by throwing it over our heads for warmth.
What the other residents of our fledgling city must have thought...
But the fireworks still went on, and we managed to get past the awkwardness of being five adults huddled between two blankets. And it was a beautiful time. Dear friends, I must say, I think it's become one of my treasured memories.
It struck me as I was thinking about all of this last night that last 4th of July was pre- a lot of things. It was before I had started grad school. Before Mr. B and I had jobs--and before Mr. B had changed jobs three times, one time in a very stressful manner. Before we were married, before Q and Mr. Q were married, and we didn't know back then that Mr. Q would be shipping out just around a year later. It was before the car accident, and the funeral, and the struggle to heal that's still very much alive. Before we bought a house, before we almost didn't get married trying to fix that house up. Before one of our best friends had a baby and moved away. Before DoHP moved away for better employment hunting grounds, leaving one more empty spot on Q's couch. It was before this blog, and just about everything that's happened here.
It's been a big year, Ladies. It's not New Year's, but I think that the 4th of July last year was the last holiday we shared before life got wierd on us; I'd like to point out now that we all survived, and we're all still friends, and I'm grateful for that. I don't know what's going to happen by this time next year, but I hope next year we all get to spend it together again. Here's to all of our happiness and health, and of course our friendship.
Happy (late) Independance Day,
Alula
Q, Mr. Q, DoHP, Mr. B, and I were all partying at Q's, playing Apples to Apples and grilling. Then we all grabbed some blankets and some bug spray and headed out to the commons park to watch the fireworks, and it was too cold and wet to continue playing cards. So instead we all joked around, and most of us had forgotten our jackets, and we only had two blankets. As the wind threatened to increase and cancel the show, and the stormclouds were moving in, and there were little bits of lightening and thunder up in the clouds, we all huddled together on the one blanket and managed to share the other blanket by throwing it over our heads for warmth.
What the other residents of our fledgling city must have thought...
But the fireworks still went on, and we managed to get past the awkwardness of being five adults huddled between two blankets. And it was a beautiful time. Dear friends, I must say, I think it's become one of my treasured memories.
It struck me as I was thinking about all of this last night that last 4th of July was pre- a lot of things. It was before I had started grad school. Before Mr. B and I had jobs--and before Mr. B had changed jobs three times, one time in a very stressful manner. Before we were married, before Q and Mr. Q were married, and we didn't know back then that Mr. Q would be shipping out just around a year later. It was before the car accident, and the funeral, and the struggle to heal that's still very much alive. Before we bought a house, before we almost didn't get married trying to fix that house up. Before one of our best friends had a baby and moved away. Before DoHP moved away for better employment hunting grounds, leaving one more empty spot on Q's couch. It was before this blog, and just about everything that's happened here.
It's been a big year, Ladies. It's not New Year's, but I think that the 4th of July last year was the last holiday we shared before life got wierd on us; I'd like to point out now that we all survived, and we're all still friends, and I'm grateful for that. I don't know what's going to happen by this time next year, but I hope next year we all get to spend it together again. Here's to all of our happiness and health, and of course our friendship.
Happy (late) Independance Day,
Alula
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Home Again
Well, we're home again, and I owe y'all some pictures. In pictures, I would now like to summarize my trip.
This is a picture of the beautiful drive.
These are pictures of half and quarter streets. Yes, they exist. The story as I heard it is that the city put in the numbered streets, as most every city has them, and then decided that they needed more streets. The solution? 23rd St., 23rd 1/4 St., 23rd 1/2 St...
And a Kudos to these fine businesses which Mr. B and I passed on our way to lunch. I encourage anyone in the neighborhood to stop by and give them business.
--Alula
This is a picture of the beautiful drive.
These are pictures of half and quarter streets. Yes, they exist. The story as I heard it is that the city put in the numbered streets, as most every city has them, and then decided that they needed more streets. The solution? 23rd St., 23rd 1/4 St., 23rd 1/2 St...
And a Kudos to these fine businesses which Mr. B and I passed on our way to lunch. I encourage anyone in the neighborhood to stop by and give them business.
--Alula
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Vacation Day 3
Mkay--no picture of this because I am frankly horrified. I went to writing today, and then I took to pacing, which is typical of me, and then I noticed that the bottoms of my feet were black. Literally black. And it came from the hotel floor.
I went out to lunch today with Mr. Borealis (Mexican), and then to dinner (again, Mexican). For those of you who haven't heard yet, I'm on a vegetarian diet again--since about last Thursday. And I'm really craving a bacon cheeseburger about now. However, I have discovered that vegetarian burritos from one of my favorite chains are really pretty good.
Hard bed is agravating my fibromyalgia,
Alula
I went out to lunch today with Mr. Borealis (Mexican), and then to dinner (again, Mexican). For those of you who haven't heard yet, I'm on a vegetarian diet again--since about last Thursday. And I'm really craving a bacon cheeseburger about now. However, I have discovered that vegetarian burritos from one of my favorite chains are really pretty good.
Hard bed is agravating my fibromyalgia,
Alula
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Vacation Day 2
This. Motel. Sucks.
I'm taking pictures of all of this to be inserted when the internet allows. The AC unit is from the 80s or earlier and doesn't really work. There is no closet. The bed is a full, though they are claiming it is a queen, and I full-heartedly believe it is made of cardboard disguised with a mattress cover. Literally no bounce. And Mr. Borealis likes to spread out when he sleeps (the reason we have a king size at home) so I slept on roughly twelve inches width of might-as-well-be-a-concrete-floor last night.
And now I have received a phone call that Mr. Borealis's boss would like me to join them for lunch. Thai food. I appreciate the Thai, and I do like meeting new people, but the whole aspect of meeting someone I know I have to impress (or at least behave in front of) is always a little uncomfortable. It's like a job interview, and I'm supposed to be on vacation, %#$*@&(#&!
With mucho understanding that the two of you would like to spend time together since Mr. Q is back, I would like to clarify an earlier comment I made to Q's last post--Mr. B and I had A LOT of "territory wars" when we started living together as professional married people. That's why we spent so much time at Q's place, because it was nuetral ground. So if you guys would like to vacation at our place while we're out of town feel free--our movie collection is on display, and we offer free high speed wireless.
Also, I think I've already said it, but I'll help you clean organize anything that needs it Friday for the party.
Alula
I'm taking pictures of all of this to be inserted when the internet allows. The AC unit is from the 80s or earlier and doesn't really work. There is no closet. The bed is a full, though they are claiming it is a queen, and I full-heartedly believe it is made of cardboard disguised with a mattress cover. Literally no bounce. And Mr. Borealis likes to spread out when he sleeps (the reason we have a king size at home) so I slept on roughly twelve inches width of might-as-well-be-a-concrete-floor last night.
And now I have received a phone call that Mr. Borealis's boss would like me to join them for lunch. Thai food. I appreciate the Thai, and I do like meeting new people, but the whole aspect of meeting someone I know I have to impress (or at least behave in front of) is always a little uncomfortable. It's like a job interview, and I'm supposed to be on vacation, %#$*@&(#&!
With mucho understanding that the two of you would like to spend time together since Mr. Q is back, I would like to clarify an earlier comment I made to Q's last post--Mr. B and I had A LOT of "territory wars" when we started living together as professional married people. That's why we spent so much time at Q's place, because it was nuetral ground. So if you guys would like to vacation at our place while we're out of town feel free--our movie collection is on display, and we offer free high speed wireless.
Also, I think I've already said it, but I'll help you clean organize anything that needs it Friday for the party.
Alula
Monday, June 30, 2008
Alula on Vacation
So, Mr. Borealis is out of town again this week. And here's the kicker--I'm out of town with him! I'll be hanging around our barely-not-seedy hotel until we come back Thursday. My mom is watching the pets and plants.
In other news, as Q already knows, I've started selling my fairies on Ebay. And another kicker--they're actually selling! My computer is refusing to upload the images now, which probably has something to do with the crappy unprotected wireless in this hotel (it's the one with a number in the name). They're probably afraid it's illegal contraband nakedness or something. Though the wireless here is free, which is a step up from a motel the Procrastinator set us up in a few years back (that one charged $5 per logon). I'll upload them as soon as possible--considering setting up a separate site to use as a gallery.
Welcome home Mr. Q!
Alula
In other news, as Q already knows, I've started selling my fairies on Ebay. And another kicker--they're actually selling! My computer is refusing to upload the images now, which probably has something to do with the crappy unprotected wireless in this hotel (it's the one with a number in the name). They're probably afraid it's illegal contraband nakedness or something. Though the wireless here is free, which is a step up from a motel the Procrastinator set us up in a few years back (that one charged $5 per logon). I'll upload them as soon as possible--considering setting up a separate site to use as a gallery.
Welcome home Mr. Q!
Alula
Crackers!
hey ladies,
I think I have fallen off my cracker! Mr. Q was flying home last night after three weeks of army training, It took him three extra house because it was windy in Chicago. (surprised?) It was a really late night by the time we got back from the Air Port and he has to be up in five hours to report for more training. We fall into bed because I have had a long day too and I can't fall asleep because he smells different! Its not that he smelt bad or unshowered he just smelt different! Some one explane the different!
I think I have fallen off my cracker! Mr. Q was flying home last night after three weeks of army training, It took him three extra house because it was windy in Chicago. (surprised?) It was a really late night by the time we got back from the Air Port and he has to be up in five hours to report for more training. We fall into bed because I have had a long day too and I can't fall asleep because he smells different! Its not that he smelt bad or unshowered he just smelt different! Some one explane the different!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Double standards
I know this double standard isn't up to par with most of the ones that women find (You must be smart, but not as smart as your guy. You are a slut, but he's a stud. etc.), but it was annoying today. You're supposed to wash your bras and other delicates in a lingerie bag, but the bags them selves are very difficult to find. *grumble*
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
While Mr. Borealis is away...
I've promised these pictures for a while, and I figure there might be a fair bit of interest for them because my home is perpetually compulsively clean. While Mr. Borealis is away on business, I usually take the time to explore my creative side by doing all the messy stuff I'm not allowed to when he's around. Sorry for the poor lighting in the pics.
Ladies, I present for your amazement the messiest my home has ever been:
These photos were taken during Mr. B's extended business trip to D.C. last April/May, and I decided to clean out the basement and the craft room--it took me 5 days to get it this bad, and almost as long to clean it up. He arrived home never knowing it looked like this at all.
Other business trip secrets include: purchase of a salad bowl set, rat vomit, flooding the courtyard, dying my tongue blue with a sucker, naked morning yoga in the living room, spending an entire day in my underpants on the couch watching legal drama, playing one computer game on the desktop while simultaneously playing another on my laptop AND eating nothing but cheap noodles all day, the one time I used our entire coffee table as a sculpting surface for polymer clay, and using Italian salad dressing and mild salsa as a meat marinade because I was too lazy to go to the store.
By the way, on that last one happened today--I give the recipe four couch potatos out of five.
Alula
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Bad Luck
The darn squirrels are at it again! This one has figured out that if he hangs by his very tippy toes from the wall fixture, he's just long enough to get at the food in the bird feeder. Well, it was one of THOSE days today!
Q, if you read this, the bag of dried foliage on top of your television stand is mine for making fairies.
Woke up today and watered my plants with the handy new hose and nozzle sprayer attachment my mom donated to me. Then went inside and got out my rats to play on the couch. I set them up with some new boxes and towels to play in, and set about the work of eating lunch, watching a movie, and making fairies.
Then I notice Clover (our black hooded rat) isn't acting right. She's crawling away under the towels and acting tired and weak, and every so often her tiny body seems to convulse. Before freaking out I think that maybe she's just tired, which is rare for play time but not unheard of; then the vomiting starts.
Now, I had read some years ago that rats can't vomit. I don't know where I read this, but I distinctly remember reading an article on how the lack of ability of rats to vomit is why they are so susceptible to poisoning. Well, either that article was wrong, or my rat has evolved. She vomited. And vomited. And vomited. And every time, she tried to force it back down her throat to get rid of it, so for three hours I sat there and swabbed out my rat's mouth to clear whatever her body was rejecting, and then she took a long nap, and now she's fine. Turns out she'd nibbled off some of the foil lining on a food box I'd given them to play in--they'd used this kind of box before without issue, but I guess rats change, and this box is now on the banned toy list in our house.
So after seeing my baby is okay, and cleaning up the mess of vomit strewn towels, I go back out to hit my plants for an afternoon watering. Guess what? I forgot to turn the hose off the first time I was out, and the hose burst from the pressure of water not being able to release from the closed nozzle. So my courtyard was flooded about 4 inches deep. Again, this was a pain, and I worried a little about the damage to the foundation, but it was such a hot day that all the water had either drained or evaporated in about 2 hours.
Three cheers for rat vomit,
Alula
Q, if you read this, the bag of dried foliage on top of your television stand is mine for making fairies.
Woke up today and watered my plants with the handy new hose and nozzle sprayer attachment my mom donated to me. Then went inside and got out my rats to play on the couch. I set them up with some new boxes and towels to play in, and set about the work of eating lunch, watching a movie, and making fairies.
Then I notice Clover (our black hooded rat) isn't acting right. She's crawling away under the towels and acting tired and weak, and every so often her tiny body seems to convulse. Before freaking out I think that maybe she's just tired, which is rare for play time but not unheard of; then the vomiting starts.
Now, I had read some years ago that rats can't vomit. I don't know where I read this, but I distinctly remember reading an article on how the lack of ability of rats to vomit is why they are so susceptible to poisoning. Well, either that article was wrong, or my rat has evolved. She vomited. And vomited. And vomited. And every time, she tried to force it back down her throat to get rid of it, so for three hours I sat there and swabbed out my rat's mouth to clear whatever her body was rejecting, and then she took a long nap, and now she's fine. Turns out she'd nibbled off some of the foil lining on a food box I'd given them to play in--they'd used this kind of box before without issue, but I guess rats change, and this box is now on the banned toy list in our house.
So after seeing my baby is okay, and cleaning up the mess of vomit strewn towels, I go back out to hit my plants for an afternoon watering. Guess what? I forgot to turn the hose off the first time I was out, and the hose burst from the pressure of water not being able to release from the closed nozzle. So my courtyard was flooded about 4 inches deep. Again, this was a pain, and I worried a little about the damage to the foundation, but it was such a hot day that all the water had either drained or evaporated in about 2 hours.
Three cheers for rat vomit,
Alula
Cough Syrup of the Beast
Today I was at work, like I am most days. The phone rings like it does bajillions of times every day. My co-worker picks up the phone. I don't pay any attention to the conversation, as I'm working on a prescription for someone else. The only thing I notice is that she transfers the call to the front store after saying that she didn't know if we had the product as she can't find it in our computer.
A couple minutes later, the phone rings again. I answer it this time and there's a lady on the other end asking A) why she got transfered to the front store when every other pharmacy (I guess she has called all of them) can answer her question, and B) do we have a cough syrup called 6-6-6?
Who knew Hell made cough syrup?
A couple minutes later, the phone rings again. I answer it this time and there's a lady on the other end asking A) why she got transfered to the front store when every other pharmacy (I guess she has called all of them) can answer her question, and B) do we have a cough syrup called 6-6-6?
Who knew Hell made cough syrup?
Monday, June 23, 2008
Wet paw strikes again!
Ladies!
Wetpaw; dear sweet Wetpaw! He came out of his bedroom with a wafting order if general unshoweredness to make mac and cheese. He gets upset because I have not done dishes, even though he has done one load since he moved in. Anyhoo! He has to ask were a pot is because he has only lived here for five months, I get him one and he tells me its too big. I'm tired and my husband is gone so i'm pissy, i say " you do not have to use the hole pot!" and walk out of the kitchen.
The boy get upset because the spoon he is using is getting soft and starting to bend in the hot water he says "you know we really need to get some better spoons"
"Wetpaw! you can not leave them in the water"
" but it should be heat safe"
"you sill can not leave it in the water!"
" well we need to buy better ones" (this really means that I need to buy better ones)
" Wetpaw! I can not afford to buy a six dollar spoon"
"its only six dollars!"
" six dollars is worth a hole lot more when you do not have it!"
" well just use Mr.Q's money"
This is the part were I resort to the 'Female glare'
Later I come back to the Kitchen to find pasta in the side of the sink that does not have the disposal in it (by the way never ever ever put pasta down the disposal it will break, it just wraps around the blades!)
and the dirty pot and spoon on the stove! GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRrrrrr!
What am I going to do with this animal living in my house!
Q
Wetpaw; dear sweet Wetpaw! He came out of his bedroom with a wafting order if general unshoweredness to make mac and cheese. He gets upset because I have not done dishes, even though he has done one load since he moved in. Anyhoo! He has to ask were a pot is because he has only lived here for five months, I get him one and he tells me its too big. I'm tired and my husband is gone so i'm pissy, i say " you do not have to use the hole pot!" and walk out of the kitchen.
The boy get upset because the spoon he is using is getting soft and starting to bend in the hot water he says "you know we really need to get some better spoons"
"Wetpaw! you can not leave them in the water"
" but it should be heat safe"
"you sill can not leave it in the water!"
" well we need to buy better ones" (this really means that I need to buy better ones)
" Wetpaw! I can not afford to buy a six dollar spoon"
"its only six dollars!"
" six dollars is worth a hole lot more when you do not have it!"
" well just use Mr.Q's money"
This is the part were I resort to the 'Female glare'
Later I come back to the Kitchen to find pasta in the side of the sink that does not have the disposal in it (by the way never ever ever put pasta down the disposal it will break, it just wraps around the blades!)
and the dirty pot and spoon on the stove! GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRrrrrr!
What am I going to do with this animal living in my house!
Q
Saturday, June 21, 2008
New Widgets and Gadgets
Ladies, a few new things on the page for your approval.
We now have a wedding countdown on your left in expectation of Munchkin's wedding, and a magic 8-ball on your right just below the new counter. I have also put a cast listing at the bottom of the page to keep Madam Tricksie company, st6erotyping ourselves as best as I could (sorry, Munchkin--choices were limited and there was no pilot's cap; this is the best I could do). Anyone who wishes a character change or that any feature be removed please let me know!
Now, if I could onlt figure out why all my text is sticking to the left margin...
Alula
We now have a wedding countdown on your left in expectation of Munchkin's wedding, and a magic 8-ball on your right just below the new counter. I have also put a cast listing at the bottom of the page to keep Madam Tricksie company, st6erotyping ourselves as best as I could (sorry, Munchkin--choices were limited and there was no pilot's cap; this is the best I could do). Anyone who wishes a character change or that any feature be removed please let me know!
Now, if I could onlt figure out why all my text is sticking to the left margin...
Alula
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Sisterhood Makeover
As my HTML savvy improves, so shall this page, but only if it sparkles with the sisterhood.
Opinions on the new look, anyone?
Alula
Opinions on the new look, anyone?
Alula
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The Garden
Alright, I got a few more from my garden. I finally got a picture of my Bluejay; I apologize that it was taken through a screen door, but the darn bird shows three times a day and stays for about thirty seconds every time (about how long it takes to start up my camera).
And this is my garden...it's not so smallish anymore. I've labeled all the plants if you are able to view the larger image.
Also, could everyone please give a moment of thought for our baby Lexis. We found a tumor on her a few days ago, and she will eventually have to undergo a risky surgery.
And this is my garden...it's not so smallish anymore. I've labeled all the plants if you are able to view the larger image.
Also, could everyone please give a moment of thought for our baby Lexis. We found a tumor on her a few days ago, and she will eventually have to undergo a risky surgery.
Ah, cute little ratty!
Alula
Friday, June 13, 2008
My Car! (reprise)
I resituated the bird feeder. After a while, the squirrel decided it was just too darn hot to be screwing with it and crashed in the shade.Well, my car quit on me on Monday. It is now Friday, and I still have no car. And once again, this fact is do to the crafty work of Mr. Borealis and his lackadaisical father the Procrastinator. The Procrastinator told us he would fix it Thursday (saving us a boatload of money we don't have for car repairs), except that his wife had scheduled a dinner party that night that he had been informed of and 'forgotten.' Men.
Because the car was not fixed, Mr. Borealis volunteered that I could take his car to work on Friday as I was unable to get to work at all the rest of the week. Then he woke up this morning and said, "I need to x and y and z and change the oil in my car. Blah blah blah. You can't take the car to work, I have stuff that needs to get done!" And after a week of being a hostage at the house with no transportation, I said "WELCOME TO MY WORLD!!!"
He wanted me to take one of my parent's cars. This would not have been a problem if I had called the day before and asked them (you know, around the time he was saying "Just take my car, it's not a big deal."). That way my dad could have driven the van to work, leaving his car available for me to drive without inconveniencing my mother who watches the nieces and nephews during the day and has her own car loaded with car seats.
I've decided most problems in life are caused by men and their poor communication skills.
Luckily, my mother seems to realize this and (God Bless the woman and her psychic male mind reading abilities) asked my dad to drive the van anyways so his car would be available "just in case."
I quit biting my nails like last month and started again today. Also, I've gained two pounds on my diet thanks to my inability to leave the house (read: kitchen) this week. Swore I had gone cold turkey off of fast food and was doing good these last two weeks, and then fell off the wagon at the golden arches last night. But I made some really cute fairies between bouts of programming for work in the living room--pictures to come!
Alula
Because the car was not fixed, Mr. Borealis volunteered that I could take his car to work on Friday as I was unable to get to work at all the rest of the week. Then he woke up this morning and said, "I need to x and y and z and change the oil in my car. Blah blah blah. You can't take the car to work, I have stuff that needs to get done!" And after a week of being a hostage at the house with no transportation, I said "WELCOME TO MY WORLD!!!"
He wanted me to take one of my parent's cars. This would not have been a problem if I had called the day before and asked them (you know, around the time he was saying "Just take my car, it's not a big deal."). That way my dad could have driven the van to work, leaving his car available for me to drive without inconveniencing my mother who watches the nieces and nephews during the day and has her own car loaded with car seats.
I've decided most problems in life are caused by men and their poor communication skills.
Luckily, my mother seems to realize this and (God Bless the woman and her psychic male mind reading abilities) asked my dad to drive the van anyways so his car would be available "just in case."
I quit biting my nails like last month and started again today. Also, I've gained two pounds on my diet thanks to my inability to leave the house (read: kitchen) this week. Swore I had gone cold turkey off of fast food and was doing good these last two weeks, and then fell off the wagon at the golden arches last night. But I made some really cute fairies between bouts of programming for work in the living room--pictures to come!
Alula
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